against her mound, and she heard a whisper of air escape her mouth at the sensation. He kept his mouth there for a moment, inhaling her scent and exhaling his heat, and she writhed against him, whimpering, wanting. He unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down her hips; they were tight enough that she had to help him wriggle them off, and then she balanced on his shoulders as she stepped out of them.
He pushed her back against the door, and his mouth went back to her body, this time teasing over her inner thighs, tickling her skin with his teeth and his tongue. She buried her hands in his hair and lifted his mouth to where she wanted it, settling her weight against the door so that she could spread her thighs and give him access. He smiled a thank you, and sent his hot breath over her again.
“You smell gorgeous,” he told her, nuzzling her with his nose, and breathing her in again. “Like an exotic musk, delicate but overwhelming to the senses. Addictive. When I’m away from you, I just want more of you. More and more of you.”
He eased her panties down her hips, then settled her back against the door, his hands on her ass, kneading her flesh as his tongue licked forward, separating her folds and making her groan, eager and excited.
Once his tongue was on her, all teasing was done. He found her clit and suckled it deeply, his fingers sliding easily into her wet and clenching body. Her knees went weak, and he caught her, tipping her hips forward, balancing her against the door. Her hands, seeking some sort of balance, found the doorknob on one side of her, a bookshelf on the other; she clung to them to ground her while he fucked her with his mouth and hand.
She lost track of the orgasms; they came so fast and hard, one on top of the other, that they blurred into one mind-bending surge of ecstasy. She came and came, and she screamed for him, screamed like she was dying, and she heard him beneath her, crying out as well, urging her on, urging her to come again, come once more, let him taste her one more time.
All those smaller fireworks came together in a grand finale; her body clenched around him, surging like an exploding star, and instead of screams, she found utter silence. A moment where the world went still and white and utterly calm. Her eyes, squeezed tight for so long, opened, and she saw his eyes, looking for her gaze, and she caught it, held it, her hand reaching down and touching his face.
And then the surge came, the world rushing back in, and she threw back her head and howled. For the pain of the past few months, for the agony and irritation of being without her home and her dog and a sense of stability. For feeling alone in the most loving and caring relationship she’d ever had. She surged through all of that, feeling it entirely, and then let it wash away as Mason bore her down to the wood floor. She was limp, exhausted, but not so much that she couldn’t cling to him when he tried to stand. “Baby, please,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you.”
He’d stripped down at some point; she had no idea when. She’d lost her shirt and bra, too. She had a vague memory of flinging them off because she wanted to play with her own nipples. “It’s okay,” she said, knowing suddenly that it was. “I went on the pill. A couple weeks ago. And we’re both clean, so— it’s okay.”
He was as still and silent as the world had been a few moments ago. She could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh, and the weight of his gaze on her eyes. “Are you absolutely sure? I am okay with still using them, if you want to. I mean— no method is perfect, but two can be better than one, and I get that it’s a trust thing—”
She pulled him down to her, capturing his mouth with hers. Her hand slipped down between them and stroked the satin-skin of his cock, feeling the moisture swell out of him with her strokes. “Consent,” she said, her mouth moving against
He pushed her back against the door, and his mouth went back to her body, this time teasing over her inner thighs, tickling her skin with his teeth and his tongue. She buried her hands in his hair and lifted his mouth to where she wanted it, settling her weight against the door so that she could spread her thighs and give him access. He smiled a thank you, and sent his hot breath over her again.
“You smell gorgeous,” he told her, nuzzling her with his nose, and breathing her in again. “Like an exotic musk, delicate but overwhelming to the senses. Addictive. When I’m away from you, I just want more of you. More and more of you.”
He eased her panties down her hips, then settled her back against the door, his hands on her ass, kneading her flesh as his tongue licked forward, separating her folds and making her groan, eager and excited.
Once his tongue was on her, all teasing was done. He found her clit and suckled it deeply, his fingers sliding easily into her wet and clenching body. Her knees went weak, and he caught her, tipping her hips forward, balancing her against the door. Her hands, seeking some sort of balance, found the doorknob on one side of her, a bookshelf on the other; she clung to them to ground her while he fucked her with his mouth and hand.
She lost track of the orgasms; they came so fast and hard, one on top of the other, that they blurred into one mind-bending surge of ecstasy. She came and came, and she screamed for him, screamed like she was dying, and she heard him beneath her, crying out as well, urging her on, urging her to come again, come once more, let him taste her one more time.
All those smaller fireworks came together in a grand finale; her body clenched around him, surging like an exploding star, and instead of screams, she found utter silence. A moment where the world went still and white and utterly calm. Her eyes, squeezed tight for so long, opened, and she saw his eyes, looking for her gaze, and she caught it, held it, her hand reaching down and touching his face.
And then the surge came, the world rushing back in, and she threw back her head and howled. For the pain of the past few months, for the agony and irritation of being without her home and her dog and a sense of stability. For feeling alone in the most loving and caring relationship she’d ever had. She surged through all of that, feeling it entirely, and then let it wash away as Mason bore her down to the wood floor. She was limp, exhausted, but not so much that she couldn’t cling to him when he tried to stand. “Baby, please,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you.”
He’d stripped down at some point; she had no idea when. She’d lost her shirt and bra, too. She had a vague memory of flinging them off because she wanted to play with her own nipples. “It’s okay,” she said, knowing suddenly that it was. “I went on the pill. A couple weeks ago. And we’re both clean, so— it’s okay.”
He was as still and silent as the world had been a few moments ago. She could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh, and the weight of his gaze on her eyes. “Are you absolutely sure? I am okay with still using them, if you want to. I mean— no method is perfect, but two can be better than one, and I get that it’s a trust thing—”
She pulled him down to her, capturing his mouth with hers. Her hand slipped down between them and stroked the satin-skin of his cock, feeling the moisture swell out of him with her strokes. “Consent,” she said, her mouth moving against
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